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What surprised me most when I woke up--

No. No wait. No.

The first thing that surprised me when I woke up was that I didn't have a hangover. I opened my eyes, and there wasn't any pain. Hell, there wasn't even any grogginess. I'd never woken up and felt so entirely, intensely awake before in my life. My memories of the previous night were assaulting me with blurred images of colour and loud noise and lots of alcohol. I wasn't feeling it, though.

I thanked my lucky stars for that. I had an exam to get to, and the idea of writing an exam hungover wasn't exactly appealing.

I started sitting up, and that's when I noticed the thing that surprised me most--

No. Oh, no, not that either. Uh.

That's when I noticed my second surprise of the morning. I didn't recognize the room. The ceiling I was looking at wasn't the stained off-yellow of my apartment. The duvet covering my body was thicker than mine, and had a lovely and entirely unfamiliar floral print on it. A quick look around the room revealed that there was nothing I recognized, which quickly led me to conclude that this wasn't, in fact, my room.

Yup, that university education's good for something.

I started to realize that I'd gone home with somebody the night before. I took a brief moment to hope that it had been a guy, and that he'd been cute. Still, I had other things to focus on. If I couldn't remember anything from the night before, I was kind of hoping I could slip out before running into him and having to play the awkward, "Hey, who are you again?" game. Not to mention, I still had an exam to write that afternoon, and the earlier I could get back to my apartment, the better.

It was as I was looking around the room that my eyes picked out something... well, something bizarre.

There was a desk just off to the side of the bed, and with me sitting up, I could see the... well. It looked like a pink latex pig mask or something. It was incredibly detailed and lifelike, with an expressive upturned snout and flopped forward ears. I just stared at the mask for a few seconds, not sure what to think of it. Maybe whoever I slept with the night before had some weird interests?

I shrugged and moved to turn away, and the mask decided it was a good time to turn away from me, too. I blinked, and glanced back. The mask mirrored my movements. Possibly because, as I quite suddenly realized, I _wasn't_looking at a mask. I was in fact looking at, well... a mirror.

Of course, the realization that I was staring at a mirror finally brought around my biggest surprise of the morni-

No. Actually no. Even that wasn't the biggest surprise.

I was in shock for a bit as I stared into the mirror, and as my mouth dropped open, I saw the pig's snout do the same. I turned away slowly, jerkily, and finally glanced down at what little of me was visible from where the blanket had fallen away. My chest and stomach were bared, and both of them were smooth, pink, and oddly featureless. As I shifted, the surface of my skin almost seemed to gleam in the light coming in through the window.

I raised a shaking hand. It moved slowly, and I had to force it to keep travelling up. My hands themselves looked normal enough in shape, though they too were coated in that pink, smooth substance.

I got my hand up to my chest, and then I reached out with one finger. My finger brushed against my chest.

There was a soft, but very audible, squeak.

The shock at what I was seeing wore off, and I began moving _very_quickly. My other hand came up, and I grabbed at my chest with it. My fingers slid over the smooth surface, and soft squeaks ran out. Too my stunned confusion, I registered the sensation in both my chest and my hands. It felt like my fingers were running flush over my chest. There was no barrier between them. Not thinking, I grasped at the slick surface with my fingers, then pinched.

Pain radiated from my chest, and what ought to have been a pained yelp came out of my throat in a sharp squeal. I was shaking by now, and I scrabbled at the unfamiliar blanket, sweeping it off of myself. I was greeted by more slick, uniform pink where my dark skin should have been. My short, stocky legs looked warped and weird, bending a bit higher up than I was used to and coming to an end in a pair of moulded brown trotters.

My gaze wandered upwards from my feet, and somewhere in the back of my mind I was relieved to see that I wasn't completely nude under the blankets. I was wearing some kind of underwear that were the same colour and material as the rest of my body. Somehow, that managed to calm me enough for me to take a few deep, heavy breaths. My pink, smooth chest rose and fell in steady pants, and I forced myself to calm down.

Okay. So. Clearly, something weird had happened the night before. I could figure this out. First I would have to get my clothes on and look around. I could do this.

I slid off of the bed, flinching whenever my body rubbed over anything and squeaked. I stood carefully, planting my... trotters, I guess, on the ground. For a moment, I was shaky as I rose to my feet, the odd stance confusing me. Well, it wasn't quite confusion. More just disorientation, a sudden feeling that I didn't know where I was or what I was doing. I raised a hand to my forehead, too confused to flinch at the squeak. The spell passed quickly, and I shook my head. After the short bout of disorientation, I found that I could stand easily again. My trotters didn't feel unsteady on the ground; it was like I'd been walking on them my entire life.

I shivered at the feeling, but moved forward. I registered a bizarre, insistent tugging coming from behind me, just above my rump. I ignored it for the time being. I didn't want to push how much strangeness I could take.

I was relieved to find my clothing from the night before scattered across the ground. I gave myself a quick look, and guessed that I was about the same size as I'd been before, so the clothes should fit. I fished my underwear out of my discarded shorts, and then reached down to the waistband of the underwear I had on.

My fingers couldn't find it. I blinked, and stared down again. My fingertips were rubbing smoothly over the material just beneath my belly, trying to find somewhere that I could grab onto the underwear to pull them down. As I took a closer look, though, I couldn't see a waistband. My eyes wandered lower, over the bulge in my groin, and tried to find wherever the underwear ended on my legs. There wasn't a seam or a rise anywhere.

I stood there, my breaths still steady, but my chest rising further with each one. I pulled my hand away from my waist, and it was shaking. I lowered it down, and then gently brushed my fingers over the bulge that I assumed was my package.

There was a soft squeak as my fingers brushed over the latex, and I shivered at the feeling of skin on skin. Nothing in between. No tickle of erotic pleasure. Just fingers running over a smooth, featureless bulge.

And that, that was the thing that surprised me most that morning.

I yanked my hand back as though burned, and before I could help myself, a horrified, earsplitting squeal wrenched itself loose from my throat. I dropped the underwear and backed up, still staring down at my altered body. My back pressed up against the wall, squeaking infuriatingly at the contact. My chest was heaving, my mind shutting down as I tried to keep up.

That was when the door to the room banged open. I looked up, and was stricken to find a towering tiger staring back at me. He was in just a pair of boxers, and his fur had the ruffled look of having not showered yet. The tiger's mouth was hanging open, and he looked every bit as stunned as I felt. There was a very long, awfully awkward moment of silence as the two of us stared at each other, neither sure what to say. My chest was still heaving, and adrenaline was making me shake.

It was the tiger that broke the silence. "Uh... hey."

A thousand questions tumbled through my head, so many that I thought my mind might explode. When I opened my mouth, though, all that came out was a strained, "Hi."

"I'm Sean. You must be Jamal?"

"...Yeah?"

"Cool." The tiger nodded slowly at me. As he did so, his eyes flicked down a bit. A tint of pink showed through the white and orange fur of the tiger's cheeks, and at first I was confused. I glanced down at myself, and then realized that I was still nude.

Another startled squeal escaped my throat, and the tiger actually jumped in surprise. We both started speaking at once.

"Sorry, sorry, I'll..."

"Close the fucking door!"

"Sorry!" The tiger glanced away as he stepped out of the room and closed the door. His voice came through from the other side muffled. "Uh, I'll be downstairs whenever you're dressed."

I took a moment to catch my breath, and didn't move until I heard the tiger's footsteps moving away. I gathered up my clothing, and then bent down to tug on my underwear. The material felt odd against my perfectly smooth, slightly slippery skin. As I was bent over, I noticed something on the pink surface between my legs. I hesitated, and then reached in to rub at what looked like a small, indented line. My fingers, somehow more sensitive with the strange covering, felt along the indentation. It took me a few moments, but at length I realized what it was and shook my head.

A seam. There was a seam running along the space between my legs. I was beginning to put things together in my head, and I did not like the conclusion I was coming to.

I finished pulling up my underwear, trying to ignore the feeling of the pouch cupping the featureless bulge on my crotch. I got my shorts and shirt on, and found that they were sweaty. The shorts felt constricting and uncomfortable in the back at first, and I finally had to reach back and feel whatever had been tugging at me. My fingers slipped under the waistband, and after a lot of squeaking and smooth skin slipping over smooth skin, I fished out... a tail. A short, pink corkscrew of a tail. Somehow, that hammered it home to me more than all of my pink skin, my trotters, and my upturned snout had. I was a pig. For some reason, I had woken up in the body of a latex pig.

I stood there in my clothes for a short while, looking myself over awkwardly. I could feel every fibre of the clothing in extreme detail against the material on my skin. The material that _was_my skin.

I sighed, then stepped over to stand in front of the mirror again. To my relief, my body type hadn't changed all that much with my transformation. I still had a stout, bulky build, and my clothes didn't look too out of place. Most people that looked at me would probably think I was just a normal pig, so long as they didn't notice the slight gleam of my skin or the lines of seams here and there.

It didn't make me feel any less strange, though. In the mirror, there was a pig with a build similar to mine wearing my clothes. Every time I moved, I felt a dizzying moment of confusion as the pig in my reflection matched me.

At last, I turned away from my reflection and gave my head a shake. I felt my big ears flapping against the sides of my head, and let out a small grunt of discomfort. At last, I pushed open the door. I followed a short hallway to a set of stairs, and made my way down. I was nervous about taking the steps on my trotters, but I found that my balance was flawless.

As I headed down the steps, the smell of eggs and bacon wafted up to me. For a moment, I was surprised that the scent wasn't making me hungry. I rationalized it away by assuming it was my new species not being too comfortable with the smell of bacon, but the thought still hung in the back of my mind as I stepped into the kitchen.

Sean was standing by a stove, using a spatula to push bacon and eggs around a sputtering and crackling pan. He was still wearing just his boxers, and the first thought that struck me was how stupid he must be to cook bacon like that. I brushed the thought away, though. Maybe the fur prevented burns? I had more important things to worry about, though, and I set my face as he glanced over his shoulder.

Sean's face lit up as he saw me. "Hey, I see your clothes still fit!" The tiger's face was bright and cheery, his tone casual. Like his observation that clothes still fit over my rubberized body ought to be making me happy.

"Yeah, they fit." My voice was very flat when I replied. The buff tiger's expression faltered a bit, but he kept up his pleasant tone as he spoke.

"So, you probably have a few questions."

"Yeah, you could say that. Not least of which is why the fuck am I a fucking sex toy!?"

The tiger's handsome face looked stricken by the sudden edge in my voice, and for the barest of moments I felt bad. Why would I do something to make the muscular tiger feel bad? After a breath of consideration, though, I narrowed my eyes and placed my hands firmly on my hips. I tried not to notice how it made the fabric of my underwear rub against my smooth skin.

The tiger hesitated before he replied. "Uh... right. That's... yeah, that's fair." He cleared his throat. "You met my roommate last night?"

I tried to think back, but most of the night before was a blur. "You may need to be more specific."

"Kohta?" Seeing my blank expression, he went on. "Skinny little guy? Chipmunk? Dyed his middle stripe green?"

I reached up to rub at my temples, but my fingers accidentally bumped against my unfamiliar snout. I let out a small snort of annoyance, then muttered, "Okay. Let's pretend I wasn't hammered out of my mind last night, and that I remember anything. What does Mr Chipmunk have to do with all... this?" I gestured down at myself.

Sean blinked, then cleared his throat. "Well, uh, Kohta's doing a major in magic. Specialization in transmutation."

I groaned at that, and the tiger blinked again. "A mage? You're telling me that I went home with a mage last night?"

"Yeah."

"And this... Kohta guy. He turned me into a pig sex toy last night?" I surprised myself with how easily the words came to my mouth. I felt I should've had some sort of instinctive revulsion or embarrassment, but there wasn't any there.

"Yeah, that's about right." I returned my attention to the hunky tiger, unable to resist a quick look at those heavily muscled arms. Fuck, he looked... I shook my head.

"So if he put this spell on me, he can take it off. Where's this Kohta?"

The tiger's face clouded a bit. Jesus he looked cute... no, shut up! Focus! Sean was speaking. "He's, uh, working all day today."

That was enough to keep my attention off of his body. "What!?"

"Yeah. He left me a note this morning. He should be back tonight."

"Tonight. He'll be back tonight!?"

"That's what he said."

I started pacing. This couldn't be happening, this couldn't be happening. "So I'm going to be stuck like this... what? All day?"

"Probably?"

"B-but I can't--" I clamped my snout shut as my voice cracked a bit, my words occasionally slipping into squeals. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. "I can't spend an entire day like this. I mean, I still need to eat, and go to my--" My eyes widened. "Fuck, my exam! I can't write it like this!"

Sean was holding his hands up, clearly hoping to calm me down. "Hey, hey, it's alright!"

I stopped pacing and rounded on him, glaring. "It is not alright! And you distracting me with your stupid tight boxers and your stupid beefcake body aren't helping things!"

There was a very long moment of silence while I glared at him and he just stared back in surprise. I slowly realized what I'd just said, but I wouldn't let myself back down. I just held my position, glaring up at him with as much fury as a rubber pig could muster.

At length, though, the tiger's face twisted into the type of grin that only cats can manage. "Well, if you think the boxers are stupid..."

My glare shattered as he moved his hands down, and my eyes followed them. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, like he was hooking them into pockets. Then, he tugged the material down.

His cock and balls came into view, and suddenly my eyes were fixed, unable to look away. He wormed the boxers down his hips, so that the band sat just below and pushed out his package. His member was pulsing a bit as it gradually hardened. The pink flesh stood out starkly from the fluffy white fur surrounding it.

"That better?" I didn't have to look up to know his sadistic little grin had grown wider. I couldn't have looked up, anyways. I was too focused on that member in front of me. It looked good. It looked really, really good. I couldn't remember ever feeling so drawn to something. I guess it was a bit like feeling horny, but it wasn't the same. There wasn't that normal pulsing pleasure in my groin. That made sense, I supposed; I didn't have a cock there to get hard. As I stared at his pulsing shaft, though, there was this all-encompassing lust that tingled throughout my body.

Sean's hand moved down and cupped his shaft, and he gave it a small heft. My legs suddenly felt weak. I was dimly aware that he was speaking. "Go on. It'll make you feel better."

He gave his cock one slow, full-shaft stroke. My nostrils twitched as the burn of his musk grew stronger, and my eyes locked on his tip. I knew that the small drip of pre was coming before I saw it. As soon as that drop was in the open air, it was like a switch went off in my head. I didn't just want this. I mean, I did want it. But more than that, I needed it.

There was a loud squeak as my knees hit the kitchen's linoleum floor. I pressed myself forward. He let out a surprised, but definitely pleased yelp as I shoved against him. My hands went up, one cupping his balls, the other pushing his hand out of the way to grasp his cock. My snout came forward and wrapped around his shaft, and oh fuck nothing ever felt so god damned right.

My tongue flicked out over his tip in my snout, and the taste of his pre seared across my tongue. At the same time, I was pushing my snout forward, dragging smooth rubber across his sensitive, hot flesh. My forefinger and thumb were wrapped around his shaft, and I dragged them down its length. His body shivered deliciously as I stretched his skin, and my mouth gave me feedback I never could have imagined. I could feel his foreskin pulling back over his head in my snout. Another drop of his pre fell across my tongue, and its musky, salty taste was heaven.

I started rocking my snout forward, taking more of his length into me in small bursts. I worked myself down gradually; I somehow knew that I could've taken his entire length in one go, but I was holding myself back. My fingers kept stroking over the decreasingly exposed flesh, teasing and squeezing as the tiger moaned above me. Whenever I pulled back, my fingers moved up with my snout, and I found that his flesh was slick. Apparently I still salivated... lubricant. My brain, distant as it was, immediately fed me the information. I stroked the lubricant over his flesh, and kept up my rocking.

I kept pushing forward, and soon I heard a soft thump as the tiger pressed back against the counter. He was groaning openly now, his voice occasionally dissolving into incomprehensible mewls. Each of his vocalizations of pleasure sent a thrill through my body. I was pleasing him. He liked it. Oh fuck did he like it. Out of the edges of my vision, I could see his tail lashing behind him, and all of his glorious visible muscles were tensing with my attention.

My free hand cradled his balls, my smooth fingers tickling and squeezing along them with confident precision. When I wanted him to buck, he bucked. When I wanted him to gasp, he gasped. The powerfully-built tiger was an obedient little kitten in my grip, a slave to my touch and the pleasure I was giving him.

My snout finally pressed flush against his crotch, and I breathed in a mouthful of delicious tiger musk. I held my position there for a moment, and then I started bucking in earnest. I pulled back, and then shoved myself forward almost violently fast. He cried out, and a spurt of pre coated the inside of my snout. I leaned further forward, arching my back and pushing my rump out a bit as I put my weight into assaulting his cock.

The tiger's hands came down on my head, and I had to hold in a chuckle. Good kitty. He rubbed his palmpads against the sleek pink skin for a bit, making it squeak and squirk. They came to a rest gripping my big triangular ears. He started bucking his hips, thrusting his cock to meet my snout's suckles. His crotch bumped roughly against my snout again and again, and I knew it should've been stinging. All I felt, though, was an all-encompassing satisfaction vibrating through my body. He liked it, he liked it, he liked iiiiiit...

The tiger's hands tightened their grip on my ears. The scent and taste of his musk changed the slightest bit, and I felt all his muscles tensing. I knew what was coming. I wanted it.

He yanked me forward, crushing my snout against his pubic fur. I pushed in, and my mouth became a vice, suckling expertly at his flesh. His balls drew up in my grip, and the tiger let out a deafening roar.

His shaft twitched, and cum painted the inside of my snout. I held my position, closing my eyes as hot satisfaction spilled across my tongue. I kept working my snout, milking his shaft for all it was worth as the wonderful, salty-bitter taste of his cum splashed over my tastebuds. I swallowed it down eagerly, and kept suckling. I wanted it. I wanted every fucking drop.

His roar died out after a few moments, and his shaft flagged. Even as it grew soft, though, I kept up my suckling. I didn't want to waste any, and it wouldn't do to get any cum on a client's clothes.

Wait. A client?

My entire body froze. Well, I say my entire body. My snout kept suckling and cleaning the tiger's shaft. My eyes were wide open, staring into the tiger's white belly fur just in front of me. I slowly became aware of myself again. I was kneeling in a stranger's kitchen, sucking the cock of some guy I'd just met. I could feel from my posture that I was even sticking my ass out, and no doubt that curly tail was wiggling above the waistband of my shorts. My nostrils were full of the tiger's pubic fur, and I suddenly realized how long I'd been in that position without breathing. I didn't feel any burning coming from my lungs, though.

"Fuck." Sean's voice was a bit raw above me as he spoke. "You're damn good at that. Like, damn good."

At the sound of his voice, I gasped, and then fell back. His cock slipped free from my muzzle, and an uninvited bit of pride welled up in the back of my mind as I saw that it was perfectly clean.

I landed firmly on my ass, staring up at him. Sean was leaning back against the counter, panting for breath. There was a hint of sweat in his coat, and he was reaching up to brush some fur out of his eyes. "Kohta's getting better at that."

I stared up at him for another moment or two, my snout hanging open. Then, all at once, I was scrabbling up to my feet- er, trotters. "Uh, I should go..."

The tiger glanced down at me in surprise. "You alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I just need to, uh..." I was walking quickly out of the kitchen, and towards the door to the house. I heard and, god help me, I smelled Sean following me.

"If you want to, we can talk about this!"

"No, no, that's alright!" I reached the front door, and quickly spied my shoes. I went to put them on, then glanced down at my trotters. There was no way the shoes would fit over them. My trotters felt sturdy, though, and the rubber covering them looked harder. I turned to look at Sean, and thanked the stars above that he'd pulled his boxers back up. The rest of the tiger's muscular body was still on display, though, and I had to force myself to keep my eyes trained on his face. "Look, this was, um... nice. Uh, I've got stuff to do, though. I'll be back to talk to, uh..."

"Kohta?"

"Yeah, I'll be back to talk to Kohta tonight."

I turned away, and then opened the door. As I was closing it behind me, I just heard Sean calling out, "It was nice to meet you, Jamal!"

I stood there for a long few moments, taking deep breaths that I didn't actually need. At last, I cast a glance over at the house number and memorized it. The street was familiar; it didn't look like it was too far from my own place in the student ghetto. I set out at a brisk walk.

My trotters proved to be as effective as any shoes as I walked along the sidewalks. I kept my head low, my eyes trained on the ground as I walked. Of course, this angle forced me to watch the pink, smooth skin of my legs as I walked. Each time I took a step, I noticed the seams running up the sides of my rubber skin to vanish beneath my shorts. Every now and again, part of my thighs or some other bit of my body would rub together, and it would make a tiny squeak.

Nobody walking by me seemed to take any notice, though. At least, nobody called out to me or made any comments. I passed a few people on the sidewalk, but none of them even looked up at me. They were all young; probably students like me, too focused on exams to notice the latex pig walking by them.

I got back to my building without any incident, and headed up the stairs to my apartment. I was terrified of seeing any of my neighbours, but none of them were out. I unlocked my door, and then slammed it shut behind me.

The apartment had that unnatural quiet feeling that only came from being empty. I took a couple breaths, and then called out, "Caitlin?"

When I didn't hear a reply after a few seconds, I let out a long breath. I walked into the apartment proper, reaching up to rub at my forehead. It was more reflex than anything else; I didn't have a headache. I didn't know if I even _could_have a headache in this shape. As my fingers rubbed over the smooth surface of my forehead, though, the surfaces squeaked over each other, and I let out a frustrated groan.

Alright, first things first. I checked the time. I still had a couple of hours until my afternoon exam. I had kind of hoped to get a bit more study time in today, but I figured I would be fine. I had bigger concerns. I made my way over to my room, and glanced around. It was still a disorganized mess. My normal ritual was to tidy up my room after each exam, and then let things get messy and build up until the next one. I hadn't had time to tidy up after my exam the day before; Caitlin had come in and invited me to the bar before I'd had the chance.

I grumbled deep in my throat as I thought of that. Caitlin and I were going to have a _very_long talk whenever she got home.

I booted up my computer, and then did some quick searches on curses and enchantments. Most of what I got was the usual junk you'd expect from a random search: ads for enchantments to deal with all sorts of stupid cosmetic issues, or curses to get back at ex-lovers. I went back up to the search bar, and started narrowing down my field. Maybe adding, 'reversing,' would help...

I spent the next hour skimming through websites and search results, and opening enough tabs that my browser started to lag. I found the answer to my question relatively quickly, but I kept searching for more, refining my questions even more in hopes of getting a different answer. It all turned up the same result, though: the only person that could undo an enchantment or a curse, without having some sort of pre-made trigger, was the person that originally cast it. Otherwise, it could take anywhere from weeks to months to reverse the effects. It was dangerous to tamper with somebody else's magic.

I sighed, and reached up to rub at my forehead again, ignoring the squeaking noise. If I'd had any hair, I probably would've been tearing it out by now. This was ridiculous. There was no way that I was going to be_stuck_ like this all day. There had to be a way out, short of going and trying to track down the mysterious Kohta at work. There had to be.

As I reached down to rub at my snout a bit, I picked up an odd, musky scent. I wrinkled my snout, and then sniffed a few times. It was some sort of pungent, musky scent, definitely familiar and... oh. Oh. It was tiger musk. Right. I'd forgotten that I'd had my face buried in a tiger's crotch just over an hour ago.

I pushed my chair back from my desk, and cast another look at my laptop. I sighed, then closed it, and headed into the bathroom. Before I did anything else, I had to get the scent of horny tiger off of me.

I was greeted by my own reflection as soon as I walked into the room, and I almost staggered again as I stared at the alien face. I don't know what was more off-putting; the porcine features, or how bizarrely perfect they were. There weren't any wrinkles in the latex skin; it was all smooth, shiny, and pink. Sure, if I tilted my head I could see the seams, but other than that my entire face looked flawless.

I caught another whiff of tiger, and shook my head. I started pulling off my clothes, giving thanks that the smell wasn't having the same effect that looking at him had had a few hours previous. I was just starting to feel impressed with myself about how I didn't even have an erection when I tugged my shorts and underwear down. I stared at my smooth, featureless crotch, and groaned. Right. No wonder I wasn't showing.

I sighed, then got the shower running. I hopped in, and just stood in the stream of warm water for a while. The jets spattering across my latex flesh felt strange, but at the same time nice and soothing. The water struck against me with a slightly hollow noise, and I could feel each vibration running through my skin. I groaned and closed my eyes, just enjoying the sensations. I really hadn't had a chance to relax or slow down since I'd woken up that morning, and it was nice to have a moment to take stock.

I think I zoned out for a bit, turning and twisting and letting the water roll over my skin. I breathed softly in and out; or at least went through the motions of doing so. I was curious after my feat of cock sucking earlier, so I stepped forward to put my face directly under the flow of water. I scrubbed at my snout as the water rolled over me, and I let it get into my mouth and nostrils. I probably stood like that for a solid minute, never bothering to try to breathe past the onslaught of water.

I got some soap, and worked up some suds in my hands and rubbed them over my snout. It made a cacophony of sharp squeaks, but I didn't mind as much as I had before. They contrasted nicely with the low rhythm of water bouncing off of me. Once I was sure I'd gotten the smell off of my face, I let my fingers wander lower. I rubbed softly at my chest and stomach, feeling around the edges. It was strange; I was normally a bit self-conscious about my slight gut, but it felt a bit better like this. It was like the smooth latex had robbed away any of the awkward angles, and turned everything into clean lines and soft, sloping curves. It was a strange simplifying, but I liked it.

My hands moved lower, following the curves and the rivulets of water. I reached around behind myself first, grabbing two big handfuls of my own rump cheeks. I couldn't hold back a small grin as I considered. The appropriate term for them now would probably be 'hams.' I squeezed, and twisted to look over my shoulder. It was hard to tell, but it almost looked like the magic had made them a bit bigger. I supposed if Kohta had intended to turn me into a sex toy, it made sense for him to have accentuated my more sexual features. Well, aside from...

I finally let my attention return to between my legs. I brought my fingers around, and carefully rubbed one of my hands along that smooth patch of latex on my crotch. It was stranger than I could describe. My legs kept instinctively twitching, wanting to react to the sensitivity my mind knew should have been there. All I got was the normal feedback that I would expect from skin. I kept prodding inquisitively, at fist softly and then harder. It wasn't with the panic or shock from earlier in the day; now it was more confusion than anything else.

I was starting to try stroking over the smooth skin when I heard a sound from out in the apartment, and my ears flicked. I shot up straight, my eyes widening as I almost fell over on the wet floor. I coughed, then called out, "Caitlin?"

"Jamal? Oh good, so you didn't die last night."

I considered snapping back at her, but I couldn't think of anything fast enough. At last, I just shook my head, then called, "We need to talk."

There was a pause. Then, she called back, her voice still playful. "Uh oh. Am I in trouble?"

"Just wait."

I turned off the water, and grabbed a towel. I'll give latex skin this: it's easy to dry off. All it took was one wipe from the towel to get most of the moisture off of me. I was impressed and pleased by this, until I recalled why such a quality would be an advantage in a sex toy.

I gave myself a quick, squeaky wipe down, and cast a glance at my clothes. They were wrinkled, and sweaty from the night before. I just shrugged, tied the towel around my waist, and pushed open the door.

As I stepped out, I saw that the fridge was open, and Caitlin was bent over behind the door so that her thick, scaled tail was sticking out from behind it. She must have heard me opening the door, because she called over as she rooted around. "I'm glad that you made it back, though. I didn't think you'd be the type to miss an exam for anything, but after you didn't come back last night, I-" Her voice cut out as she stood up and closed the fridge, then glanced over at me. For a moment, the gila monster just stood there, not reacting. That thick tail of hers flicked a few times, but otherwise she remained motionless.

I sighed, then spread my arms out to the side, and gestured down at myself. "Oink?"

She fidgeted, and then her mouth opened. Her forked tongue tasted the air briefly, a sign that I had long since learned meant she was uncomfortable. Then, she raised an eyeridge. "Damn, Jamal. You don't drink often, but when you do you go all out."

I shot her a glare, and she just laughed. I kept glaring at her as she hid her snout behind her claws, and at length I snapped out, "Glad to know you're enjoying this!"

"Sorry, sorry." She tried to force her face straight, but I could still see the grin hiding there. "What happened last night?"

"I was hoping that you could answer that." I crossed my arms, meaning to make myself look intimidating. This had the unfortunate effect of making my arms rub over each other and my chest, and making the sleek surfaces squeak over each other. I flinched, and I saw Caitlin's mouth quirk into a grin. I spoke quickly, keeping my voice serious. "Where the heck did you go last night?"

She blinked, and she actually looked a bit surprised by my question. At the very least, the grin left her face. "What are you talking about? We went out to get a drink. I had one, and then I had to go to work. You said you were going to stay at the bar for a while." Caitlin hesitated, and then went on. "Do you actually not remember what happened last night?"

I kept glaring at her, but I was busy thinking, trying to remember. What she'd said sounded reasonable. "I... don't know? I guess not? I mean, I remember going to the bar, but I don't remember much after that. A few flashes of sound and colour, but that's about it."

"And how bad was your hangover this morning?"

"I didn't have one." She shot me a look, and I shrugged, then gestured at my forehead. "I'm assuming it has something to do with my head being made of latex."

She kept staring at me, and then at last she said, "So... what happened?"

I shrugged, and then gave her a quick version of what had happened that morning. I left out the bit where I'd sucked Sean off. Caitlin and I were pretty close, but there were some things that I thought were still sacred. By the time I'd finished, Caitlin had taken a seat at our kitchen table. I was still standing in my towel. I was surprised; I felt for sure I should've felt uncomfortable by this point. I noticed the gila monster's eyes flicking down to look over my body once or twice, but I couldn't really blame her. It was a big change. Her looks weren't making me _feel_odd at all, so I didn't see any reason to make a big deal of it.

She just looked up at me for a while after I finished, processing my story. Then, a wicked grin crept across her face again. "So... he made you a sex toy?"

I sighed. I was more exasperated than embarrassed. "Yeah, that's basically the situation."

Her grin didn't falter. "Does that mean your dick's, like, a dildo now?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well come on, if you're a sex toy, I figure that your junk's got to--"

"Could we not talk about my junk?" I shot her a look, and she closed her mouth. She was still grinning, though. I shook my head, then went on. "Look, I've got a serious problem."

"Oh?"

"I've got an exam in..." I glanced over at the clock on the stove, then swore, "in just over an hour! What am I supposed to do?"

She blinked again. "What are you talking about?"

I stared at her for a moment, and then pointed at myself. "Did you fail to notice that I'm a fucking pig sex toy!? How am I supposed to write an exam like this?"

"Can you hold a pencil?"

"...yes?"

"Then you're good."

I stammered for a moment, equally frustrated by the dismissive look on her face as I was by her words. "They check IDs at exams! How the hell do I explain to them that, 'Oh yeah, I'm a pig made of latex for the day!'?"

She snorted. "You think they'll notice?"

"It isn't exactly a small change!"

"What course is it?"

"Bio 2."

She actually laughed. "Doesn't that course normally have, like, a few hundred people in it?"

"...yes?"

"You're good. Do you think they'll actually pay attention to your ID with that many students? They'll get you to sign your name, and then they'll forget about you. Just go to the exam, and act like nothing's wrong."

"And what about the latex bit?"

She rolled her eyes, starting to sound annoyed. "I bet once you're dressed, they won't even be able to tell. I mean, sure, you've got a few..." She gestured vaguely at me, and that grin flickered across her face again. "A few seams showing right now, but once those are covered, you'll be good."

I kept staring at her for a bit, wanting to protest but having trouble finding the words. At last, I sputtered out, "That's a lot to gamble on one exam proctor feeling lazy!"

"Do you have another choice?"

I blinked, then glanced over at the clock again. It would take me at least half an hour to walk to my exam, and I still had to get dressed and get my things together. I kept staring at the clock for a few moments, then sighed and shook my head. "This had better bloody work." I turned to walk towards my room, but stopped as I heard a giggle behind me. I froze, and glared over my shoulder at Caitlin. "What?"

She was covering her mouth again, trying to hold in laughter as she pointed at my back. "You've got a curly fucking tail and everything!"

I shot her another glare, and then walked the rest of the way to my room. Her laughter followed me.

An hour later, I was dressed and sitting at a small desk in one of my university's enormous gymnasiums. I'd had more than enough time to stop for lunch if I'd wanted to. I decided against food, though; I told myself that it was just my nerves, making me dislike the thought of food.

I had kept my head down for the entire walk to campus, and even while I was finding my seat in the packed gym. By now, the exam had been passed out, and the gym was silent but for the soft scratching of hundreds of pencils.

I tried to focus on the paper in front of me, but every few moments my eyes would flick over to my student ID, sitting in the corner of the desk. Each time, I immediately noticed the brown skin and the complete and utter lack of a snout. There was no fucking way that I was going to get away with this. There was no way. The proctor would take one look at my ID, and... I don't know? Hoist me up by the collar of my shirt, throw me bodily out of the exam, and proclaim me a failure? I'd honestly never even heard of somebody being kicked out of an exam, so I didn't know what the normal procedure for ruining somebody's future was.

I forced myself to take a deep breath that I didn't need. I flicked my eyes away from the offending ID again, and kept working on my exam.

I heard footsteps slowly working their way up my row of desks, and one of my big ears flicked. I closed my eyes, told my panicking mind to shut up, and kept working. The footsteps drew closer, pausing every few steps at each desk. When the proctor stepped up next to me, I finally turned and glanced at her, and my heart (if I had one in that body), sank.

A hawk. The exam proctor was a fucking hawk. What the actual fuck.

The two of us stared at each other for a long few moments, those golden eyes boring into me and making me feel like just breaking and running, squealing and wiggling my curly tail as I fled the gymnasium. Then, all at once, she dropped a clipboard down onto my desk. I blinked, and glanced down at the long list of names with signatures next to them. I glanced up at her again. She raised an eyebrow, then nodded down at the clipboard.

I blinked, then hunched over the clipboard, searching for my name. I found it, then wrote a quick, shaky signature down next to it. I turned to hand the board back to her, and my breath caught in my throat as I saw her holding my ID. Those sharp eyes darted from it, over to the clipboard in my shaking hand.

She shrugged, dropped my ID onto the desk, took the clipboard, and kept walking. I just stared at where she'd been standing, my eyes very wide. It was a good thing I didn't need to breathe like this, because I think I was just frozen there for a solid minute.

At last, I turned myself back to my exam, and kept writing. Once the adrenaline from my terrifying 'confrontation' with the hawk wore off, I was able to relax quite easily. I put all my attention into writing, and forgot everything else. Even the sight of my pink, latex fingers gripping around my pencil couldn't shake my focus.

I finished my exam with a few minutes left to spare, and did my normal routine of reading over my answers again. I didn't feel concerned at all, though; if anything, my focus had felt stronger than it normally did during exams. Sure, the beginning had been distracting, but after that it had all been smooth sailing.

When I stepped out of the gymnasium and into the late spring air, I just stopped and stared ahead for a few moments. The cooling, early evening air made my smooth skin feel oddly sensitive. It was the normal low I felt after an exam; the sudden release of pressure and tension after weeks or months of buildup. That said, it was stronger than usual. I'd been terrified going into that exam. I'd felt for sure that that was it, that my university career was over. On reflection, I was sure that there would've been some sort of elaborate appeal process that could've given me another chance to write the exam, but my rational mind hadn't been able to think like that.

Now, after that long, exhausting day of panic, I was finally able to calm down. I still had to head back to Sean's place and confront the mysterious Kohta, but that didn't seem as big a deal as the exam had been.

I headed back to my place, and Caitlin was already gone; she probably had another evening shift. I was glad to have the place to myself. It gave me a chance to catch my breath. I spent about an hour tidying up my room, making sure it was spotless. By the time I was finished, I figured I could probably head out. I considered making dinner before I went, but I decided against it. I wasn't that hungry.

I felt less self-conscious walking back the way I'd come this morning. It was probably just my sense of unnatural calm after the exam that was making me feel serene and at peace with the world. Still, I left the hood of my hoodie down, and didn't even try to avert my gaze from people walking by. Once again, I don't think anybody noticed the slight gleam to my skin, or the seams here and there.

By the time I got to the house, the sun was getting low in the sky. I stepped up to the front door, then hesitated. I wasn't entirely sure how to start this particular conversation. Was I supposed to walk in and just say, "Hey, I'm the guy you turned into a latex fucktoy last night! What's up?" I'll admit it; I wished I had the courage to be that cavalier about it. It was a strange thing, though.

At length, I mustered up my courage and knocked at the door. I waited a few moments before I heard footsteps approaching from the other side. I set my gaze as the door opened... to Sean. The tiger was mercifully dressed this time, but I couldn't keep my eyes from giving him an appreciative once-over. I snapped my attention back to his face, and told myself to focus.

He looked surprised, but he cleared his throat, and muttered, "Uh, hey."

"Hey." I waited a long moment, and then raised an eyebrow. "Is Kohta home?"

He blinked, and then nodded quickly. "Yeah, yeah, come in. He's up in his room. It's, er..."

"I, uh, know the way."

"Right, right."

He shut the door behind me, and I glanced down at where my shoes were still sitting in the entryway. I would need to remember those when I left. I started further into the house, speaking as quickly as I could, "I'll just go up and see him."

"Alright. Uh, Jamal?"

I stopped in my tracks at the uncertainty in his voice. I considered just continuing to the stairs and ignoring him, but at last I forced myself to turn around and look at the handsome tiger again. "Yeah?"

"Uh, sorry about this morning. I mean, if it wasn't what you wanted..."

I groaned, and reached up to rub at my forehead. "Dude. I dived onto you, remember?"

"Yeah, but you weren't really thinking straight, and afterwards you seemed kinda--"

"I'm fine." I winced. I hadn't intended my voice to sound that sharp. I sighed in annoyance. "Look, it's alright. It was... weird and really unexpected. I liked it, though, so... uh... yeah. Thanks."

Sean nodded uncertainly, and we both just stood there for a few moments, staring at each other. I had to keep reminding myself that his eyes were in his head, not somehow affixed to his chest or crotch through is clothes.

At length, I shook my head and said, "I'm going to go see Kohta."

"Right. Talk to you later, man."

I turned and headed up the steps, trying not to focus on the suddenly-very-noticeable bobbing of my curly tail. I followed up the same way I'd come down that morning, glancing at the barely-familiar walls. I reached the door that I'd come out of that morning, and just stared at it for a few long breaths. I couldn't hear any noise coming from behind it, but I knew that the mysterious Kohta was waiting behind it. I hadn't been all that nervous before, but now I was. I couldn't remember a single thing about him from the night before, and I had no idea how I was supposed to act. Hell, I didn't even know how I felt.

Finally, I took a deep breath and reached forward to knock on his door. There was a moment of silence, and then a voice called from the other side. "Come on in!"

I reached for the nob before I could get nervous again, then turned it and pushed. I straightened my back as I stepped through the threshold, and at last my eyes fell on Kohta.

Kohta was sitting at his desk, glancing up from a book and over at me. One of the chipmunk's hands was held out before him, cupped upward and supporting a bizarre network of glowing purple lines that rolled and writhed around themselves in the air. The purple light shone off of his face, contrasting sharply with the neon green middle stripe running from his forehead down the back of his head. His other hand was holding one of the cups of a pair of headphones away from his ear. He looked pretty slim, but it was hard to tell; he was wearing a loose, light-looking hoodie. But for the magic in his hand, he looked nothing like a mad, sadistic mage; he just looked like a chipmunk studying for finals.

The two of us stared at each other for a second, and I think he was as surprised to see me as I was to see him. Then, all at once, his face broke into a smile. "Jamal!" He closed the cupped hand, and the purple lines winked out of existence. He tugged off his headphones, and then stood up and approached me. "Sorry about this morning. Sean tells me that you were pretty confused."

"Yeah, you could say that, I guess." I was still stunned, unsure how to speak to him.

"Yeah, I know it can be a bit of a shock. Still, how'd the day go? How was your exam?"

"It was... wait, wait." I shook my head, clearing it. How was I having a casual conversation about my day with the guy that turned me into a fucking sextoy!? I tried to put a bit more heat into my voice. "You knew I had an exam today and you still turned me into a... a frigging latex pig!?"

Kohta just raised an eyebrow at me. He was a bit shorter than me, and much smaller than me in bulk. That said, he had an odd, commanding presence that immediately made me feel foolish for raising my voice. When he spoke, his voice was flat. "You don't remember a thing from last night, do you?"

I kept staring, thinking that I ought to be yelling and demanding explanations and threatening... I don't know, legal action or something? All I could muster was a helpless shrug.

He sighed, and shook his head. "I ran into you at the club last night. You were cute, and more than a bit tipsy. I offered to help you get home, but you couldn't remember where you lived." I blinked at that, and he just nodded. "Yeah. Don't get me wrong, it was fucking adorable, but you were completely shitfaced. So I brought you here so you could have a place to sleep it off, and while we were talking, you told me you had an exam today."

I was kneading my forehead by this point, causing small squeaks to ring out through the room. It wasn't that I didn't believe him. I rarely drank, so on the few occasions that I actually got hammered, it tended to get ugly. For all I knew, everything he was saying could be right. It didn't really help matters that every time I looked at him, I couldn't help thinking about how calm and confident he looked. In a slim package like that, it was a hot combo. I held in a frustrated groan, and when I spoke, my voice sounded strained in my ears. "Alright. I still don't see how that leads to pink latex and a curly tail."

Kohta actually laughed at that. "One thing that every transmutation student learns early on: constructs are very good at processing toxins out of their systems. I didn't think you'd want to write an exam on the hangover after that."

"...so you turned me into a latex pig?"

He hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. "Yeah."

"But why specifically a latex pig. And why did you have to change me so that..." I gestured vaguely down at my crotch. Kohta stared blankly for a few moments, clearly not grasping what I was referring to. I glared at him, then snapped, "My dick. Or the lack thereof."

"Oh, right!" Kohta actually looked sheepish. Even dropping that constant confidence, he had a draw to him. Oh for Christ's sake, Jamal, focus. "Well, there are a few ways that transmutation students can make money during the summer, but one of the more lucrative ones is doing freelance work for people into that kind of thing." I raised my eyebrow, and he went on. "Well... adult shops? Bachelor or bachelorette parties? The occasional special night at a strip club, or--"

"I get it." I interrupted him partly because I didn't want to hear it, but also because every time he mentioned one of those things, my mind went places I didn't want it to. I cleared my throat, then asked, "And the pig? And my crotch?"

"Oh, right. Well, I like pigs, and penises... penises are hard, pun not intended. It's really difficult to make an organ that'll inflate and deflate, and it only gets worse if you want to simulate cum and..." He trailed off, eying me. I was actually biting my snout a bit, clenching my hands as I tried to not think about the many images going through my mind. "You alright?"

"Fine." I cleared my throat. "So could you just, like, turn me back? Quickly, please?"

He kept eying me. "Was this morning the last time you had sex?"

I blinked at how openly he asked it, and stammered. "Kind of a personal question!"

Kohta snorted. "You're a sex toy. I know for a fact that you don't actually feel any shame or embarrassment about this. Sean told me you fooled around this morning; have you done anything since then?"

"No! I've been a bit busy with writing an exam while panicking about people figuring out that I'm a latex pig sex toy!"

He rolled his eyes, and then, to my shock, began tugging off his hoodie. "Right. I'm sure you've noticed by now that you don't feel hunger as a construct?" I was surprised, but as soon as he said it, I thought back to all the meals I'd skipped that day. Hell, I probably hadn't eaten since dinner the night before. The chipmunk had his hoodie off now, and was removing the shirt underneath it. I had trouble focusing on his words as he bared his trim chest. "You don't exactly have all the organs to process food in that form. So instead, I fuel my constructs off of something else."

"Oh?" I'll admit it: I was staring. Shamelessly. I had a bit of a weakness for twinky guys at the best of times, and Kohta was no exception to that. In the back of my mind, I knew I should've been more bothered by him just stripping in front of me, but that concern was distant. I could only stare as he reached down to the button of his pants. "And what would, uh, that be?"

He popped the button. "Sexual energy." With that, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants, and the underwear underneath, then tugged them down in one clean movement. His hips, without the clothing covering them, were just a bit curved, setting off his slim build. His member was half-hard already, and looked to be about average for his size. Normally I would've let my gaze wander around the rest of him, but I couldn't take my eyes off of his cock. I wanted it. Jesus Christ did I want it, more than anything in the world at that point. I could only stare, too enraptured by his body to realize how odd the situation was, or to process what he'd said.

"Basically, you don't need to eat or drink or breathe in that form. The magic sustaining you requires sexual energy to recharge, though." He reached up and stretched, and I had to actively hold in a moan as he showed off, that cock now hard enough to stick out a bit from the perfect curve of his body. "So, you want some, big guy?"

I kept staring at him, resisting the urge to lick my lips. I did want some. There was no doubt about that. The bigger question, in my mind, was why_I wanted some. Was this just the magic making me want it, warping my body's desires and taking advantage of the situation? The craving I had wasn't entirely just plain horniness; there was an underlying hunger, a _need.

At the same time, though... Kohta was cute. And he was horny, and he wanted me. There was something about that that made me feel good, beyond just my basic need for cock. He was totally the type of guy I would normally try to pick up, if I was in the mood for something like that.

I guess my conflicting thoughts must have shown on my face, because Kohta took a step towards me. Having a nude chipmunk stepping into my personal space normally would have made me feel bashful, but it felt entirely natural as he reached a hand up to cup under my chin. His fingers were soft, his grip gentle as he made me look away from his cock and at his face instead.

"I can turn you back as soon as we finish." His voice was soft, friendly. "I mean, you seemed into me last night, and if you've got a body that's built for fucking, well... might as well use it?" He shrugged.

I just stood there for a few moments, still trying to think. His hand on the latex skin of my chin made it difficult to focus on anything else, though. At last, I opened my snout.

"Ah... fuck it."

He grinned. I made to push forward against him, but his hand went down to my chest and gave a small shove. I fell back a step, surprised, and then he was on me. He pressed his body firmly against mine, and I moaned as I felt the firm bulge of his cock through the crotch of my shorts. He pushed me gently back until I was against the wall, pinned by the lithe chipmunk. He buried his muzzle in the space between my shoulder and neck, and I tilted my head back as he nibbled at my sensitive skin. I moaned openly, loving the feeling of his weight against me.

Kohta's hands slipped down and under the hem of my shirt, then moved upwards. His fingers rubbed over the smooth latex of my belly as he lifted my shirt. He pulled his face away from my neck, and I leaned forward from the wall just long enough for him to tug my shirt off. He dropped it on the floor, and I was already pressing forward against him. His slim, softly-furred torso pressed against my smooth, sensitive latex skin, and I don't know if I've ever felt anything better in my life. His thin arms wrapped around behind my neck, and he pulled me in to brush his muzzle against my snout.

"Fuck, I do good work," he muttered.

"I could make a few suggestions." I was surprised by how coherent I still was. I had this overwhelming desire to just rub myself against him, pleasure him, worship his body. I imagine it must have been the pleased look on his face that was keeping me from just losing it.

"Oh? And what would you suggest?"

"Well, a dick would be nice."

He snorted. "Please. The only dick you want right now is mine."

"That part of your magical conditioning?"

"Nah. You grinding against my dick is telling me."

I blinked, and glanced down. I hadn't even noticed the slight bucking of my hips against his hard cock. I didn't feel embarrassed, though. If anything, it gave me a small thrill. I raised my eyes back to his face, and then slid my hand between the two of us. I let my fingers trail through the soft fur of his stomach, before stroking them along the tip of his cock. I could feel his heartbeat quicken, see his breath grow deeper. "Well, I mean..."

"Shut up and get on the bed." There was a grin on his face as he said it, and I knew he was teasing, but it still sent a shiver through me. I pulled away from him, and started walking over towards that bed I'd woken up on that morning. His voice was still teasing as he called after me, "And get out of those shorts and show off that ass, piggy!"

Something like that should've made me feel self-conscious, but it didn't. I wasn't sure whether it was the mental influence of Kohta's magic, or just the extra barrier that my altered body afforded me, but his words just drove me on. As I stepped away from him, I let one hand slip down to the button on my shorts. I popped it, and then casually rocked my rump out to the side as I let the fabric slide down my smooth legs. This left me in just my pair of briefs, which I quickly peeled down, bending over as I did so. I glanced over my shoulder at him as I stepped out of the briefs, then grinned and gave my rump a shake, wiggling my curly tail. "Just like that?"

Kohta's eyes were glued to my ass. I could actually see his gaze following the soft shake. At the sound of my voice, though, he snapped out of it, and glanced over at me. He raised an eyebrow. "Bed."

Part of me wanted to keep teasing him like this, but a much larger part of me wanted to get up on the bed and raise my ass for him. This side won out, and I found myself on all fours, unusually aware of the air on my bare skin. I'm not sure if that awareness came from the hyper-sensitivity of my latex skin, or just the mad excitement running through my body at what I was doing. What I was about to do.

I heard his footsteps approaching. I felt the heat radiating off of his body before he climbed up onto the bed behind me. The warm fur of his belly slid over my rump, then up across my lower back. I wanted to shiver, but my body wouldn't let me. It knew exactly what it was doing. With flexibility that belied my bulk, I pressed my chest against his covers and arched my ass up against him.

One of his hands came down and pressed into the mattress just to the side of my head. The other grasped my shoulder. Something hard, hot, and throbbing rubbed against the taint of my ass. He bucked his hips lightly, dragging the head of his dick along the line of my ass, and I... well. As my head flooded with anticipation and excitement, my body obeyed instincts that had magically programmed into it. I clenched muscles carefully, squeezing my taint rhythmically in time with his hotdogging. He throbbed, he moaned, and a sense of intense satisfaction rolled through me.

He slid his hips back. His tip caught just underneath my curly tail. I felt all of the muscles in his slim, trim body tensing. He pressed forward, I tilted my head back, and I moaned as his dick spread my ass. The feeling was so good, so all-encompassing, so right that I couldn't form words. I just rode out the feeling of the intense heat of his dick slowly pushing into me. I was hyper-aware of everything happening around me: of his hand clenching down on the sheet right next to my head; of his hot, haggard breath on the back of my neck; of his soft fur slowly dragging forward all along my back. My body gave off occasional squeaks as his body glided over me, but for once they didn't bother me. I loved them. Loved how they sounded.

It wasn't like I was just frozen in place, either. No, my body had been built for a very specific purpose, and it was fulfilling that purpose with glee. I could feel muscles all in my ass waking up and clenching and releasing carefully. I had impossible levels of control, and my body exercised it to maximum effect. As he pushed in, the muscles surrounding his head relaxed, while those around his main shaft clenched. It had the effect of making it a slow, gripping entrance without him having to exert himself too hard to push in. He could go at just the pace he wanted.

There was something supernatural about that entrance. I'd had sex plenty of times before; I had no illusions about how that first penetration normally went. It was normally awkward and painful, and only made it partway in before both partners had to stop for a breather. Not this time, though. My body knew just how hard to push him. His hips brushed against my ass just as he was reaching his limit for that thrust. He paused to catch his breath, and my arms flexed to hold up his weight. My rump relaxed, giving him a hot, smooth sleeve to rest in. As soon as he started pulling back, I clenched down hard, and I heard his breathing jump. I was a perfect, ultimate instrument of pleasure, and I was fulfilling my role.

Soon enough, he was working himself up to a steady rhythm of thrusting in and out of me. The rest of the world fell away around me, and he became the centre of my attention. Again, it wasn't like normal sex. Normally, I would be overwhelmed with the sensations, my body having trouble keeping up. I didn't feel like that at all. I felt perfectly in control, perfectly adapted and ready for each movement. I knew just what angle to thrust back, and how hard, to make him moan without slapping my fat ass against his hips too hard. I clenched my ass just enough to stimulate his dick with my smooth, slick latex. He was riding me, but I was in control the entire time, pushing him along.

Everything became a series of sensations. My brain went oddly quiet, though it was entirely aware of everything happening. Sensation, then perfect, measured reaction. Every time one of Kohta's muscles clenched, every strand of fur brushing over my latex, every throb of his dick in my ass, every creak of the bed under us... they were all perfect, and I orchestrated each one.

It didn't take long for his thrusting to grow harder and less measured. I could feel his cock throbbing, could feel his balls tensing each time they slapped against my ass. I knew what was coming. Hell, I knew when it was coming. He kept thrusting into me harder and harder, and I every so slowly lessened the amount I was clenching, making it easier for him to slam in each time. I wasn't getting any erotic thrill, but there was still a rising tension in me, a gradual increase in anticipation. I wanted him. I wanted to push him over the edge, and he was so close. I was so close. I was so close to doing what I was built for, so close to pushing a client over the edge, so close to being a perfect fucktoy.

I felt all of his muscles tense above me as he pulled back, and I knew. He started pushing forward. With impossible reaction times, I waited until his cock was halfway into me, and then I clenched down with everything I had. I heard his grunt turn into a strangled, ecstatic gasp above me. He managed to finish pushing the rest of the way into me as hot, slick latex squeezed him, milked him. His balls were drawing up as they slapped against my ass. The anticipation in me was at a peak, a frenzy. I needed him, wanted him, he had to cum, he had to fuck come on just...

He cried out. Hot cum spurted from his dick and coated my insides. It splattered blinding, white-hot clarity and satisfaction across my mind. Before I even knew what was happening, my head was tilted back, and an ear-piercing squeal was rolling out of my throat.

I held my position, and my voice wavered as Kohta gave a few last thrusts, riding out his orgasm. As he came down, his weight settled more firmly on my back. Much like they had just after he'd first thrust in, my limbs tensed, and I supported him. Like I was a bed, or some sort of bench. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that that was probably the entire purpose, and that knowledge was oddly appealing.

We just remained like that for a bit, with him draped across my back catching his breath. He was still lodged pretty firmly in my ass, even if his cock had gone down a bit. I felt good like that, with his slim, furred body against my smooth latex skin.

After a while, he shifted. His hand, which had been loosely grasping at the sheets next to my head, moved. It slid down, and wrapped around me. He hugged both arms around me. One grasped at my chest, while the other stroked over my soft stomach. He turned his head, and he nuzzled lazily at the back of my neck. My skin squeaked a bit as he spoke.

"You know there's a bed under us. You don't have to go all 'furniture mode' on me."

"Well... yeah. This feels pretty nice, though."

He snorted, and I felt a small chuckle run through his whole body. "Alright, alright. So, I know that you're fine right now, but... personally, I'd like to have a sleep before casting any major spells."

"Sorry?"

"Turning you back."

"Oh, right."

I slowly lowered myself down, and Kohta rolled off of me. I lay down on my side, and Kohta promptly wormed his back in against my stomach. He was forward, I would definitely give him that. It felt good, though. I reached around him, pressing my soft, heavy latex body against his fur.

We lay there for a bit, not even bothering to get up and turn off the light. He seemed pretty exhausted, and though my body felt fine, there was a supernatural sense of calm on my mind. I didn't want to move. I felt just fine here, and there was no reason to ruin that by moving.

My thoughts were sluggish, but I was still going over things. I knew that Kohta was still awake; I could feel his breaths, and my instincts told me those weren't the breaths of a sleeping person. I cleared my throat, then spoke.

"So... so long as I'm in this form, I don't have to worry about... like, food and stuff like that?"

Kohta grunted. His voice was a bit flat when he replied; I guess he didn't want his afterglow ruined with talk. "Yeah, yeah. You probably noticed during your exam, too; makes it very easy to focus. Well, so long as you've been fucked recently."

I considered this. Then, casually, I rubbed a latex trotter through the fluff on his chest. "Right. Uh, well... exams are still going on for another week. Body like this could be... useful."

I saw those round ears of his twitch a bit. He twisted around to look over his shoulder at me, and there was a grin on his face. "Oh?"

"Well, it would be useful. Just for another week."

"Right, just for another week. What about your dick?"

I blinked. I'd forgotten. Fuck, I'd just had sex, and I'd completely forgotten throughout it and the aftermath that I didn't have a dick for it. I saw the knowing look on his face, and I swallowed. My mouth felt dry, though I knew it wasn't. "I'll, uh... I think I'll get by."

"Yeah you will, piggy." His voice was soft, and I don't think I've ever seen a more satisfied look on anybody's face. He turned back forward, and he settled against my chest. "I told you that I do good work."

I rolled my eyes, and glanced at myself again. A pink latex pig toy. I guess it wasn't that bad... I could probably convince Sean to give me another go or two.

I wasn't going to let Kohta just win this one, though. So, I casually slipped my hand down, and then I grabbed a handful of his crotch. He bucked against me, gasping with surprise, and I leaned forward. I whispered into his ear. "Yeah, I guess you do good work. Oink."

With that, I let him good, and I slumped down, letting my body relax. I could feel the quivering heat running through the chipmunk's body, and I could smell the desire coming off of him. I could resist, though. Kohta had made me into a perfect sex toy, but I was still in control. I was looking forward to getting my revenge on him, and on making it as fun for me as possible.